“This song is about picking cotton. Some of you have probably never seen cotton. Most of you have probably never even worn it…”
Old rascal on fine form.
One of the originals sitting down in a tent. A privilege.
Like having him play on your porch to twenty or so people.
The full works. Ballsy noises from his legendary oblong guitar.
Another old rascal on rip roaring form, and covered in dots.
The original in full flow.
Seedy bar experience at the Memphis blues festival.
An object lesson from Howlin’ Wolf’s guitarist.
Before anyone really knew who he was. Great raconteur, and only three strings on his guitar.